Pandora's · Mango

Under no circumstances disturb the beast while on a diet.
She will NOT hesitate to throw a banana at you. Hard.
If you disregard this warning and approach her nonetheless you had better be tasty.

( What the hell? )

So I've been to the Netherlands last week. I've been looking forward to the Elf Fantasy Fair at the marvelous Castle de Haar in Haarzuilens for many months already, but naturally, got my costume fixed last minute. I went ahead on my own by night train (most horrible train trip ever) and got to meet some really nice Dutch individuals I've known from Elftown.
It was magical. I'd never had the chance to go to an event of that sort due to its sparseness in Switzerland. There were lots of stalls selling neat medieval/fantasyish/gothic/alternative trinkets, clothes, and so forth, there were artists and lectures (this year's theme was Celtics), there were bands and traditional dancing, and of course there were loads of people wearing the most extraordinary costumes, it was impossible to take picture of them all, even though I would have liked to. You can view all the photos I did take here: EFF 2008 by Alexa (Alexa is my middle name) and here's the: Official website.
The fair is definitely worth a visit ^^

   

 

Later on I met my family and we toured through Holland/Belgium by car for a few days.

Today my mother and I went to the mall. We stepped into an elevator where there was an old lady, a middle-aged woman with a baby and a teenage girl with a bandaged arm. The buttons for ground level and 2nd parking were lit. Then the girl asked the woman if they'd be going back to ground level, to which she replied something along the lines of: "No, I can't BEAR it with these FOREIGNERS in here any longer.", in a very poisonous tone. And they all walked out of the elevator.
I had never been referred to as a foreigner before. Hell, I AM not even a foreigner! I'm Swiss, I was born and raised in Switzerland, have Swiss friends, a Swiss father, my mother tongues are Swiss German and English and I was well-educated. However, my mother is a Filipina and people usually notice that I look sort of mixed, but haven't got a clue where my roots are (there have been guesses from Italian to Japanese). Anyway, I was so stunned, that I couldn't react at all and by the time I realised that this woman actually did mean us she was already out of earshot and probably didn't notice how my mother called "racist!" after her when I informed her about what had just happened (she hadn't been listening before). It is inconceivable to me how people can be so backward and even have the nerve to actually attack innocent people whom they don't know anything about! In my mind racists were just a distant evil among terrorists and deadly diseases. Something you know about, but don't really have to deal with. I was fuming with rage moments after it happened. I hate that I wasn't quick enough to give her attitude. Although I know people like that aren't worth the bother, since they don't see anything but their own twisted ideology. Somehow pitiful but also definitely a form of hypocrisy. I would like to see what they'd do without foreign food or movies or other entertaining and beneficial imports. They may move onto an island and create their own little paradise of selfishness and hate.


A weird sidenote: Last night I dreamt that it was my job to accompany a very old Hitler on his holiday.

Now we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I.
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die."


(Excerpt from the Sweeney Todd movie OST - Epiphany)

Here's what you can give me for my next birthday. I'd probably mess it up though, since I don't have any shooting experience nor knowledge of perfect fatal spots (yet).
What, wait, no, I'm not being awfully emo now. With a jovial slap on your shoulder I can assure you, I'm just kidding. My anxious nature would never allow me to corrupt my body, I'm worried enough that it might betray me on its own accord. However, I would be very grateful if anyone could tell me where the OFF switch to profound thinking is. I just can't stop doing it and I fear my circuits might overheat one day.
Curse this restlessness.

À propos odd weaponry, behold the SWISS ARMY KNIFE OF DOOM, which I spotted on www.thinkgeek.com:

This describes best my current state of mind (me being the kitten, not the brick-monsters of course). What entitles me to be that panicky, little feline is the fact that I must hand in a brilliant portfolio by the 24th of April. I need to get into an art foundation course otherwise .... my brain will melt!
Or not, but I'll probably have to get some shit job, which probably WILL make my brain melt anyway.


And here are parts of the new sketches (pardon, very unrefined... or maybe it should be that way... I'm just not the sketching type >.<):



(Depicted: Bits of robert_from_ap and magdaleneveen of Abney Park, a gorgeous steampunk portrait of a girl whose name I couldn't find out [Edit: I did find it out, it's also Magdalene Veen o_O now that's a mind-churner], and bustle dress by someone found on www.etsy.com (yes, lame research performance, I knöw)